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2 The mighty flowing Soma−draught, brought by the Hawk, hath gladdened thee, 3 Go forward, meet the foe, be bold; thy bolt of thunder is not checked. 4 Thou smotest Vrtra from the earth, smotest him, Indra, from the sky. 5 The wrathful Indra with his bolt of thunder rushing on the foe, 6 With hundred−jointed thunderbolt Indra hath struck him on the back, 7 Indra, unconquered might is thine, Thunderer, Caster of the Stone; 8 Far over ninety spacious floods thy thunderbolts were cast abroad: 9 Laud him a thousand all at once, shout twenty forth the hymn of praise. 10 Indra hath smitten down the power of Vrtra,−might with stronger might. 11 Yea, even this great Pair of Worlds trembled in terror at thy wrath, 12 But Vrtra scared not Indra with his shaking or his thunder roar. 13 Whenwith the thunder thou didst make thy dart and Vrtra meet in war, 14 When at thy shout, O Thunder−armed, each thing both fixed and moving shook, 15 There is not, in our knowledge, one who passeth Indra in his strength: 16 Still as of old, whatever rite Atharvan, Manus sire of all,

2 She comes in front, fair, rousing up the people, making the pathways easy to be travelled. 3 She, harnessing her car with purple oxen. injuring none, hath brought perpetual riches. 4 With changing tints she gleams in double splendour while from the eastward she displays her body. 5 As conscious that her limbs are bright with bathing, she stands, as 'twere, erect that we may see her. 6 The Daughter of the Sky, like some chaste woman, bends, opposite to men, her forehead downward.

1 THE priests, Vasisthas, are the first awakened to welcome Usas with their songs and praises, 2 Giving fresh life when she hath hid the darkness, this Dawn hath wakened there with new−born lustre. 3 May blessed Mornings shine on us for ever, with wealth of kine, of horses, and of heroes,

2 Thou roaming yonder, little man, beholding every house in turn, 3 Fain would we learn to know thee well, nor yet can we attain to thee. 4 Will he not help and work for us? Will he not make us wealthier? 5 O Indra, cause to sprout again three places, these which I declare,− 6 Make all of these grow crops of hair, you cultivated field of ours, 7 Cleansing Apala, Indra! thrice, thou gavest sunlike skin to her,

2 Thou, powerful Soma, thou to whom the cows have −lowed, ascendest bright with sheen, thine 3 Best giver of delight, he flows to Indra's throat, robing himself in might, Auspicious One, for fame. 4 The men, the ten swift fingers, milk thee out for Gods, even thee most rich in meath, with thousand flo 5 Deft−handed men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain thee into waters, thee, the Steer enriched with

2 Blest be the wood that feeds the active Agni: within the two great worlds hath Agni entered. 3 Agni rejoiced the car of him who praised lim, and from the waters burnt away jarutha. 4 Agni hath granted wealth that decks the hero, and sent the sage who wins a thousand cattle. 5 With songs of praise the Rsis call on Agni; on Agni, heroes worsted in the foray. 6 Races of human birth pay Agni worship, men who have sprung from Nahus' line adore him. 7 The Rbhus fabricated prayer for Agni, and we with mighty hymns have called on Agni.